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A little jungle in the Old City

A little jungle in the Old City

   Thailand is an amazing place, full of puzzling contradictions, people from all over the world, and wonders only available in a tropical climate.  When it gets down to 20° the Thais put on parkas and complain about the cold, and then turn around and complain about the heat at 34° (this one I agree with). My first week in Chiang Mai, the capital of the old northern Kingdom of Lanna, was spent wandering around the Old City, going to temples, missing home, and getting used to the heat. I was lucky enough to have a nice little reading spot in the shade at Nature's Way House to escape the worst of it during the day, but I tried hard not to retreat into the air conditioning too much as I wanted to get acclimated. Chiang Mai was the capital of the Lanna kingdom when it was established in 1296, and due to the constant threat from nearby Burma it was surrounded by a moat and a wall.  The moat still exists, though it has plenty of roads which cross it, and the wall even exists in pieces, most notably at Tha Phae gate, which is still a major landmark in the city, surrounded by a market at night, and serving as a drop off point for many intercity and city bus routes. The moat also provides a means of orienting yourself, particularly useful to one who is new to the city and traveling around on a longboard. If you get lost, head toward the middle of town till you hit the moat, then walk around it until you recognize your surroundings, (saved me a couple times). Even once you know your way around it's the easiest way to give and receive directions, especially to a songthaew driver who doesn't speak English past "twenty baht". A songthaew is a pick-up truck with the back converted for passengers, and is the cheapest way to get around Chiang Mai unless you're going to use one more than 5 times in the day.  If you're going to be often on the move, and you're proficient on two wheels, it's worth renting a motor scooter to get around. I didn't figure this out until week 3 but to be fair i didn't need one till then either.

Red Chiang Mai Songthaew

Red Chiang Mai Songthaew

Thailand has a very high rate of accidents on the road, but honestly as long as you keep your wits about you and embrace driving the way the Thais drive you will be alright. It's worth noting that drivers here, scooters, bikes, motorcycles, and cars, don't see any problem with pulling into any available space, and that you will be beeped at by the scooter behind you if they think you can fit between the cars in front of you. This makes traffic far easier to navigate by scooter as you can usually find a way to fit in between the cars if you're creative and observant. On several occasions the police have waved me into the space between cars on the other side of an intersection while keeping the cars on either side of me stuck in the jam. But enough on the traffic, let's talk food. There is indeed an amazing variety of food to be found here, there are little Italian bistro's run by expats, a british pub with NFL and Rugby aired the day after the game, and all the various Asian cuisines well represented.

omg the dragon fruit...

omg the dragon fruit...

If you're lucky enough to have a kitchen available, and you can get past the open air style, you can also visit the markets for raw meat and produce. Although the markets take a little getting used to for anyone with a western concept of food safely, the fact is that all the street food vendors get their stuff here so you can't really avoid it unless you want to skip all the best food around. In the neighborhood markets, the meat and chicken and seafood is sitting on ice, with an ingenious little device spinning above it to keep the flies away. As Anthony Bourdain said "this pretty much violates all the rules I was taught about safe food handling, but as this is Thailand, those rules don't apply." It's true that there is no running water at a street cart, and the same rag may go an hour or two without a rinse, but really if you skip it all to save yourself the chance of a little travel-gut then you're gonna miss out on all the good stuff. My absolute favourite thing thus far is the Pad Pak Boong, a dish of stir-fried Thai morning glory, often called water spinach elsewhere in the world.  It is thrown in a wok with oyster sauce, garlic, Thai chili peppers, and a little water and fried up until the leaves wilt. Because the pak boong is served with much of the stalk still on it it retains a little crunch, and the chili peppers provide quite a kick, especially once you learn to say spicy in Thai "Phet MAK!" They also have a variety of bananas here of various flavours and colours, all used for different things in different recipes, and boy do I love bananas. One of the most popular is the Gluay nam wah, (banana from Nam Wah) which has a high protein content and is used as a home remedy for various stomach ailments. It is used in many traditional northern Thai dishes, and despite being less sweet than the Cavendish (which is what you get if you ask for a banana in the west) is quite tasty, particularly when boiled up with a little coconut milk to make "Gluay Buadt chee." Another delight is the ever-present fruit carts, selling sliced up pineapple, watermelon, lychee, and DRAGON-FRUIT. I probably had dragon fruit for breakfast 6 days in a row one week, substituting some gluay nam wah fried with sesame seeds on Sunday for some variety. I cannot stress enough the cheap and delicious fruit available everywhere, and they are happy to throw it in a shake for you too for a couple extra baht. A shake here is fruit, ice, and water, so don't be surprised if they don't have dairy, or want extra to throw some in. These same carts will often have a cooler of green coconuts on ice that they will cleaver a hole in and throw in a straw for a small fee, anything to beat the heat. Well now I'm hungry, luckily I know just the place for some pad pak boong after dark, talk to you soon!

J

 

 

One Month in Thailand

   One month is quite enough time spent without a real update on my life away from the great white north, not that it was all that white when I left, but it has certainly been a crazy month. I left on a Wednesday afternoon from Toronto's Pearson airport and flew west with the sun, staying in daylight all the way to Shanghai's Pudong airport.  My inability to sleep on airplanes was greatly tested by this 14 hour flight, but despite the night spent packing before I left, and the cabin windows being ordered closed, I was nonetheless unable to get more than 20 minutes of dozing done. Thankfully I've been well conditioned by literary family to always have a book (or 5) in my back pocket for times like this, and was therefore able to pass the time in relative comfort. China Eastern Airlines was also kind enough to provide each passenger with our own entertainment system for the long leg of my trip, and I was able to watch Pacific Rim on my own headphones when I could no longer stand to look at my kindle. To be fair my only real complaint about this flight was the sporadic nature of the water delivery.  Many of you will know that I take my astrological sign at face value and am rarely without a source to water, and although I'm sure the lack of liquids contributed to my taking just one trip to the lavatory, I was DRY upon my arrival in Shanghai and made the acquisition of water my first job upon clearing customs in China. 

    Because I was on a 14 hour layover, I had to pass out of security the evening I arrived and go back through again in the morning, but I'm working on filling up the pages of a new passport, so at least I got an extra stamp for my trouble. From what I've heard from other travelers, Pudong airport seems to have a much more rural feel than Hong Kong or Beijing.  There are few large building sin view as you are flying in, and many of the facilities only operate during the day. The sun was now finally setting on the longest day I've experienced, I was up at 7am with the sun in Hamilton and had chased it across the Pacific until it finally set as I was passing through customs in Shanghai. Having had nearly no sleep, I decided against trying to sleep on my luggage in the airport as I noticed other western youth doing, and sprung for a quick ride to a budget hotel just down the highway from the airport. Despite my fatigue, I was watching everything go by as we zipped between tiny trucks and the scooters that I now know are everywhere in SE Asia. Despite the more rural feel of Shanghai, there was a plethora of flashing lights advertising anything and everything, and an amazing variety of very bright LED traffic control signs that seem more a hazard than a help to me.

    After a healthy shot of adrenaline on the road I arrived at a little hotel where nobody spoke English, but luckily the fixer at the airport had dealt with everything for me and the driver handed a paper to the front desk who got me to my room. At this point, although my body insisted it was daytime, I managed to get a little sleep.  It was worth the price of the room just get a shower and a shave and a little time to myself, but there wasn't a whole lot of real rest.  I also watched a little Chinese opera on the television, which was interesting, but in my head opera means you don't need a microphone ;). Early in the morning, too early as it turns out, I packed what little I had unpacked and went to the front desk to be piled into the hourly shuttle with a bunch of locals and headed back to the airport. It was at this point that I realized the airport wasn't really a 24 hour operation.  I waited a couple hours for the counters serving China Eastern to open, and read a little more James Mitchner (Tales of the South Pacific).  Finally I made it through security, and got my guitar through the language barrier to someone I knew would take care of it. Then I whiled away the time before my flight wandering around the little strip mall of restaurants and duty-free stores that ran through the gates.  Then I boarded a tiny little plane full of Chinese tourists and Thai nationals and took of for the Land of Smiles.

Tuk-Tuk

   After a four hour flight to Chiang Mai international, I gathered my giant green duffel bag and my guitar, and headed out into the tropical sun to get a Tuk-tuk.  A tuk-tuk is a three wheeled open air taxi powered by a big motor scooter engine and driven by crazy people. To be honest I think the driving helps, because you get a little breeze, and the adrenaline helps you ignore the fumes you breathe in when you're out in traffic here. (I don't think there's a focus on emissions tests here.) 

View from outside my room at Nature's Way

View from outside my room at Nature's Way

The driver had a little trouble with my English, but apparently my approximation of the Thai street address was legible enough for him to make up my destination. On the way to Nature's Way guest house he asked me where I was from, (cue up mimed cold and weed jokes) and then proceeded to insist that I was in the mafia (referencing the guitar case). Eventually we cross into the Old City and two seconds later we've arrived! He fleeces me for 150 baht, (6 bucks Canadian) and I check in and get moved up to my room where I proceed to unpack and crash very hard.

   The next morning I'm up at 5, and wait till six before going out to explore.  The first order of business after the travel saga was a coffee... any coffee. The heat of the day hadn't set in yet so I got the only cup of hot coffee I've had in my whole month here and wandered a little. After deciding that the city was still working on waking up and getting ready for the Saturday to come, I went back to Nature's way to hang with some interesting Austrians who were on there way to Pai. Once I heard the sounds of the market bustling and scooters speeding by I went out to get my first meal in Thailand.

  You may have heard that Thailand is a foodie wonderland, and you've heard right.  From tiny mobile stalls built onto scooter rigs, to the four and five star restaurants on the top of world-class hotels, you can find just about everything. This morning I tried a little 15 by 15 foot place with a couple of woks and a board out front with pictures of all Thai food.  I have thus-far managed to avoid all western food, as much as I was tempted by a burger once or twice, and I chose well this morning with a spicy Thai omelet on rice for 50 baht.  The rest of the day was spent wandering around the old city, looking at temples, and reading at Nature's before succumbing to jet-lag and messaging Canada.